Bens new owner...

As the auction begins, the room falls silent except for the hushed whispers among the audience members. The old slaver points at Ben first, "Starting bid for this fine specimen here is 20 caps!" he announces loudly. A few people murmur amongst each other before an older man in fancy clothes stands up and throws down a pouch filled with glittering caps onto the stage.

The bidding war ensues, with prices skyrocketing higher and higher until finally, a burly human with tattoos all over his body wins the bid for Ben. He grins menacingly as he drags Ben away, leaving you alone on the stage once more. Your heart races with fear and anxiety, knowing that it's your turn next. Ben's new owner a rough tough local gang leader takes the winged **** back to his compound.

Inside, the dim light from outside filters through cracks in the walls revealing piles upon piles of discarded items - remnants of what was once somebody else’s home. And there Ben is, chained to an ancient radiator near one wall. His new owner then does something surprising, kneeling down in front of Ben the burly human with tattoos all over his body is admiring Ben's huge cock. "Damn bird boi… you are hung." Leans in and as you watch, he takes that big cock into his mouth and begins to suckle on it making Ben moan out loudly…

The room they were in reeked of sweat, dirt, and old smoke – a fitting atmosphere for such depravity. Ben stood there, naked except for the chain around his neck, his massive erection bouncing slightly with each labored breath. Meanwhile, the tattooed brute who had purchased him knelt before him, eyes locked onto his prize like a predator stalking its prey.

His tongue darted out, tracing the veins running along the underside of Ben's throbbing member, sending shivers up Ben's spine. "Go on grab my head… make me take it all." His owner said with a growl, he leaned forward and took the head of Ben's cock between his lips, swirling his tongue around it teasingly. He could taste the salty pre-cum leaking from the tip, and it only fueled his desire further. "Ahem… Err… take it all." Ben stammered sounding confused by his owner wanting him to seemingly take command, this was a real mind-fuck for the enslaved wind rider. Benn gripped the gang leaders greasy head, as the big man went down on him ravenously. His hands reached up, gripping Ben's hips firmly as he began to take more of the monster cock into his mouth.

Ben groaned deeply, arching his back as pleasure coursed through every inch of his body. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced; the roughness of the man's beard against his sensitive skin mixed with the warmth of his mouth sent waves of ecstasy crashing over him. The feeling of being used by this brutal stranger ignited something primal within him... an animal like hunger for release that grew stronger with each passing moment.

Their bodies moved in sync now, the burly human bobbing his head faster and deeper on Ben's lap while Ben thrust himself towards the other man's eager mouth. Sweat dripped down their faces, mingling with spit and pre-cum as they lost themselves in this depraved act. And then, just when Ben thought he couldn’t take anymore, a deep guttural growl escaped the brute's throat. "Come on birdie feed me… order me to swallow yer cum."

"Errr… swallow.. all.. my cum you faggot slut." Ben stammered weakly, feeling very conflicted and confused about this strange power play between them… but it felt so good! He gripped the gang leader's hair tighter, pushing his hips forward one last time before releasing everything he had into the waiting warm cavern of the man's mouth. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through him until finally, he could only lay there panting heavily, spent and ****. The tattooed thug swallowed every drop greedily, savoring the taste of victory along with Ben's seed.

As they both collapsed onto the filthy floor, gasping for air, Ben found himself oddly satisfied – even though it was far from what he would have considered 'normal'. This encounter left an indelible mark upon him; something that would haunt his dreams long after their paths diverged. "Being the leader... the meanest baddest guy in the gang... I can't do this with anyone... That is why I brought you... but you better not ever talk about what we do together birdie boy."